Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

the botany club's garden party.
Wait a minute. What?
Everyone wanted to be them.
[THE DONNAS' CHECKIN' IT OUT PLAYING]
Liz was the only one that meant anything to me.
This isn't happening.
How original.
But I want to help.
Fern, it's me, Julie.
Come on Let's go we are gonna bring that bitch down Damn!
We didn't mean to kill her.
The problem is I've forgotten how.
It's okay. I know.
You look really great, Fern.
She'd have her way with them.
The little whore is milking it for all she's worth.
You're being paranoid. Will you relax?
Aren't we cocky? Too bad you don't have the cock part down.
COURTNEY: See you at prom tonight, Julie.
flatulation, defecation, even, shall we say, complexion defection.
There is no Fern.
That's when Fern showed up.
Devour Feculence
Come on. We gotta get out of here.
Think about boys. Think about prom.
not just because she was beautiful and popular and rich and smart.
Well, bye.
She dropped it. She dropped the camera.
Welcome to Reagan High's senior prom!
COURTNEY: Hair frames the portrait. WOMAN: Some gilded.
i.e., ultra-pretty. Unapproachable. Always in rehearsal.
Well, there you are.
Oh, my God. Stop it!
[SCORPIONS' ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE PLAYING]
BOY: Planet head. It's nothing to laugh about.
Oh, my God. That, like, totally gave me the chills.
Go to hell, Courtney.
Yes? Yes?
Help me get her legs. Ugh!
COURTNEY: Polaroid.
Let's stop pretending, shall we?
God, you're a little sick. I said I could do with a little kink.
A Big Stick? Uh-huh.
Liz was a virgin A virgin? She's aint no Madonna and this damn sure ain't no fukkin Love Connection
Oh, my God.
Take a long, hard look in the mirror, girls.
Cool car. Thanks.
The power to tell. And you're the kind of girl that tells.
Elizabeth!
See? It's called Demented. Seriously, the color's called Demented.
[LAUGHING]
WOMAN: A dash of magenta.
Liz Purr is part of it.
It was her thing. I respected that.
MARCIE: What are you doing?
[CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO]
It's called thinking on your toes, a must if you're going to rule the school.
I know that's what I would want. No, it's okay.
Like a rock.
I bet they couldn't decide who got to wear the dress. Ha,ha,ha.